This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY! Cast of characters:
Michael Timothy Headly -- That's me!
Spike -- (Diane, my big sister)
Mary -- My mom
Tom -- My father.
Gilbert Blank -- Friend from Woodland
Joey Gray -- Gilbert's "little brother"
Bobby Pepper -- New friend
Arlo Gates - Orienteer
Randy Samson -- Arlo's roomie
... From Chapter 6:
When I was finished cleaning up, I came back into the room. "You still awake?" I asked.
"Yeah. I put on some boxers. I usually sleep naked, but -- that wouldn't be quite fair to you."
"Yeah, let me get mine." I said.
"NO! I mean -- it's okay. Heh! Usually it was me naked and Jay in his sleep shorts. But this works.
"Wo!" He said. "You were really getting into that game, Mike!" Said Arlo turning on the hall light. It washed over my naked body. "Sorry I didn't tell you when I was leaving. Looks like you're all cleaned up. Well, I guess we should all get some sleep, huh?"
"Mikey's staying in here with me tonight." Said Randy.
"Oh! Well -- cool enough! Ahahah! Y'all -- um -- have fun -- er - I mean -- um -- g'night!"
Chapter 8
"BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP. - "
"Push the snooze button Jayjay!" I looked to the side of the bed, but could not determine what button to push. He came over me and pushed a button, then collapsed right on top of me. "I love you so much, Jayjay!" and he was out again, trapping me under him and his -- throbbing wood. Well, MINE was throbbing too, from the urge to pee. Unbeknownst to me, my hips were thrusting gently ... from the urge to ...
"It's okay, Nubbin, I'm feeling the same." He mumbled, as his hips started to gyrate and thrust. He started to breath deeply and I could not stop myself. I started to erupt inside my jams -- er -- oops! I forgot I was naked! And ... IT rubbing directly on Randy's. As soon as I noticed this he started to ram it home, as he grabbed me tightly and thrust with all his might. When he came, it was enough to wake him up. "Oh, crap, Jayjay -- we did it again!1 I mean -- wait a minute! Jay!?? No! -- Oh great fucking Caesar's ghost. Mikey? Oh, I'm so sorry -- Oh my god -- you must think I'm some kind of -- shit! This isn't supposed to happen! Oh Mikey! Are you -- okay? Talk to me buddy! Key-rapp!"
I laughed. "I -- um -- I've never had a straight guy do that to me before, Randy -- it was pretty amazing!" I said.
"But I'm no pervert! I was -- I mean -- I thought you were -- I mean -- I never did that on purpose -- even to Jay! Please don't think that!"
"Why would I think that? I believe you never did it on purpose. I wonder if your brother did?"
"I -- I -- don't think - "
"Because if I was your brother ... and if I was gay ... (Oh wait -- I AM gay!) I'D want it to happen again and ... again!"
"Dude! I don't know you well enough to tell if you're serious or not, but we never did that on purpose!"
"I didn't say you did, but if your brother IS gay -- he probably didn't mind it. I mean -- a big brother must be some kind of god to his brother anyway. I'm just saying - "
"OH -- MY -- GOSH! Do you think it was my fault? Oh, now I know why I'm blind! I thought it was to bless someone -- maybe even me -- but it was to punish me! I made my own brother into a -- a -- A QUEER!"
"What's going on in here? Y'all okay in here?" Asked Arlo. "Ah was dead and -- by gum - -- you awoke the dead!"
"Oh, Arlo, I'm afraid I've - "
"NO! Dammit, Randy -- you DIDN'T. Arlo -- please go back to bed -- or something, we - "
"It's okay, Ah was just tryin' to outlast mah snooze alarm. Ah should be up."
"Good, then!" I said. "Then you're probably late. Randy and I will figure this out. Please close our door!" I was sorry to talk like that to my new roomie and orienteer, but we needed to talk about this now!
"Look, today Ah was mostly gonna show you around -- but if y'all feel that way - "
"No -- Arlo -- I'm sorry! Just -- um -- give us some time. This is between me and Randy and it's -- um -- serious."
"Okay. Well, take your time then and come wake me when y'all's ready. Ah've a class at 2:00 though."
"No problem. Close the door, Babe!" I said it so easily, and hoped he didn't take it wrong.
I looked at Randy and he still looked like he was in shock. As soon as he knew he had my attention again, he started to cry. "What am I gonna do?"
I straddled him, and took his face gently in my hands, and brought my nose to his. "Listen to me, Randy Samson. In the first place, you don`t even know that he IS gay -- and in the second, you could NOT make him that way!"
"But you said - "
"It doesn't matter what I said, Randy." I said softly. "You couldn't cause anyone to be gay. You have done nothing but love your brother -- and as far as I can tell, everyone who comes in contact with you. Even going blind didn't sour you on life! You're on e of the good ones, Babe!"
He grabbed me and pulled me flat on top of me and kissed my face. "Oh Jay, I miss you so much!"
"It's Mike -- Randy -- I'm Mike." I reminded him.
"I know. I know you're Mike -- but Mikey -- I can hardly wait to see my brother." He said. "And -- you feel, smell and sound like my brother ... or maybe I just want you to! But -- my senses are pretty heightened in the last year -- it seems so -- real!" He said, and pulled me down again and sighed deeply into my neck. He felt my lower parts respond. "Sorry, Mikey -- I guess I better let you get off -- er I mean up. Heh! Well off too! Thanks for helping me. So -- you really don't think I had anything to do with - "
"Like I said, we don't even know if he's gay ... yet. Let's wait on that, huh?"
And in the mean time we might want to ponder if Randy might not know that he could be gay!
As much as I would have loved to spend the rest of the day on top of this tall cutie, I extricated myself from him and went into the bathroom. I was naked, standing at the toilet trying to bend it down far enough to pee when Randy stepped behind me, into the shower.
"Hey! I was going in there!" I protested mildly.
"Sorry -- first come first served." He said laughing.
"Well, in all fairness, then -- I believe I was the first to cum!" I said and I stepped into the shower with him!
"Wha -- oh! Haha! Were you? I didn't even know that you did! "Well, then it wasn't a total loss for you, was it?"
"Actually -- as I already told you -- it was pretty amazing -- for me."
I wonder if it was for you?
I continued, "I am wondering how I could show my appreciation."
"You've already done enough, Mike -- whoa! Mikey! What're you doing?"
I was on my knees in front of him, tasting the salty softness of his dangling penis. As he talked it started to plump up.
"Really -- Mikey -- you don't have to -- omigosh! That feels -- oh! I've never -- um - I can't -- I mean I -- shouldn't - "
He kept talking like that, but he didn't push me away nor try to back out of it! Before it got completely hard, I swallowed and was able to deep throat it -- semi hard. As it grew hard, I couldn't get even half of it in, and I had to rise up to my haunches to even do it. By that time he was no longer objecting, but was reduced to huffing and puffing.
It was THEN that he did try to push me off, but I clamped down hard and scrunched his butt in my hands, pulling him close. He collapsed against the wall, the water now raining down on my head, as I bobbed him quickly to completion. He whimpered like a toddler and he sprayed volley after volley into my cum-thirsty mouth.
As I started to rise up from my position, his legs gave out and I caught him, bringing him back up with me. I held him close for a short moment while he regained his strength and equilibrium.
He felt my face -- every curve and indentation. I closed my eyes as he was "seeing" me ... he ran his fingers through my hair. "You are so beautiful!" He whispered. "But you shouldn't have done that. I didn't deserve it!" By now, he was again towering over me. He pulled my face to his breast and kissed my head over and over. We can't let this happen again ... ever!"
"So -- was Ah wrong -- about Randy being gay? Because he looked awfully gay this morning -- when y'all were - !" Said Arlo.
"I -- don't know. If he is ... he doesn't quite know it himself."
"Well Ah noticed y'all got him ta shower with yah! But he seemed to be cryin'. What was that about?"
"YOU were supposed to be sleeping! And ... if I had been doing to you -- what I did to him -- you'd probably start to whimper too!"
He leaned in close to me -- well, as close as his 6" shorter body would allow -- and whispered, "Did y'all give him a blow job?"
"Well, now, that would kind of be between him and me wouldn't it?"
"Ah've never had one o' them!"
"You're pretty much a virgin, aren't you?"
"Well -- yeah!" He said defensively. "But Ah've dreamed about it."
"About what?" I said deliberately.
"Getting' a blow job! Ah've imagined it while I was -- er -- um -- well -- It must be -- um -- pretty hot!"
Poor guy couldn't even tell me he was jacking off!
"Girls will do that on the first date nowadays." I said
"Hell -- Ah've heard they even will go all the way on the first date. Don't much know if Ah'd want to do that. Who knows who else was there recently?"
"That'd be true! But a blow job -- with the mouth and all -- well, the enzymes pretty much kill everything bad. Even HIV ... they say."
"Yeah, but -- well, never mind!"
"Okay, you don't get to say that ... any more than I do. What were you gonna say, Arlo?'
"Ah just don't imagine a girl could do it as good as a guy. Seems like a guy would know what another guy might like -- don't y'all think?"
"My point exactly!" I said. "Only I've never gotten one from a girl -- so I don't know for sure!"
"And -- y'all prolly don't much wanna find out either, huh?"
I knew what he was trying to ask me, but decided that it would be best to wait until the moment of heat -- at least I hoped maybe there'd be a moment of heat. What I KNEW was ... I wanted this cutie! And I knew he would NOT ask. If we did something, I'd have to be the one to initiate it.
He showed me all around the campuses. We rode several trams, as he showed me the other temporary quarters. They were dumps compared to our bungalow. I had my first chemistry class that afternoon and he had his own class, so we parted at noon. My class was 12:30, and then I had the rest of the day off.
I went to the student center and just did some people watching. I saw several guys I suspected were gay. I saw two head into one of the restrooms. I had to pee, so I followed them in, but there was no one to be seen ... but there was one closed door and it seemed like maybe someone (or maybe some-two) were holding their breath ... so I peed and left. When I came out and sat down a pretty obvious looking fem watched me all the way from the bathroom door back to the table I was sitting at.
Of course I know he was watching me because our eyes were locked on to one another. It felt creepy at first, but the closer I got to my table, the more intriguing it got. When I sat, the two guys walked out of the restroom and the guy I was trading stares with smiled at me and I thought he would walk my way. He walked to the restroom, looking back and smiling once on the way and once more as he entered.
I felt butterflies in my tummy for about ten seconds. I got up with the full intention of following him back in, hoping no one else saw me come out so recently.
I got up and started toward the door and just as I got to it, I saw Randy standing, talking to a girl. She was gesticulating vividly as she was talking. I swallowed hard and walked to them, instead of where I was planning, hoping he had not guessed what I was planning. It wasn't until I got to him that I remembered: he could not possibly have even seen me!
"Hi Randy!"
"Oh -- er -- Hi Mike!" He said. Then to her, "Sorry, this guy sounds so much like my brother, it sometimes freaks me out!"
"Well, anyway," she said, eyeing me up and down, "You have my number. And if you want," she added, "Bring your brother!"
"Oh -- no! This isn't my brother -- he's - "
"Bring him anyway! See yah Darlin'!" and she pecked him on the lips.
She walked away and out the door. Randy just stood smiling after her. Then he turned to me. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Actually she WAS gorgeous ... if a little slutty looking, but I said, "I don't know. I just got the end of the conversation."
"What? C'mon! You have eyes! She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"I was just trying to put myself in your shoes ... imagining what you could see of her. I didn't hear enough to get a feel for her."
"Aw -- stop the BS! Tell me if she is as beautiful as she seems."
I laughed. "How would I know ... I'm just a poof! She doesn't have a dick!"
"You're incorrigible! Just tell me!"
"I thought that was the greatest thing about being blind!" I said. "You don't have to worry about what people look like!"
"Maybe if you grow up that way ... I still like to think of her as beautiful. Is she? What's she look like?"
"Well, she has creamy, peachy smooth skin, and eyes that a guy could get lost in, I suppose -- if he was into girls! And that long flaxen colored hair doesn't hurt her at all!"
"Ooo -- Yeah! I KNEW it!" he said, grinning, lustily.
"And that low cut blouse!" I said, " ... Wow! It perfectly accentuates those wonderful mounds of ... chest hair!"
"Oh - - oh! What!??"
"Just kidding! She actually is gorgeous! She does look a little -- um -- I think the word may be -- loose?"
"but She's so sweet! I can't believe she asked me to come to a party -- as her date!"
"I can!" I said.
"Why? Is it because she has a big bugger hanging out of her nose?"
"No -- it's because you are gorgeous too!"
"Aw -- now you're just being silly!"
"Hey -- it was just a couple years ago that you could still see! I know you could appreciate your own wholesome good looks!"
"Well ... okay -- but -- it's still nice of you to say! Maybe you can help me look my best before I go there this afternoon."
"A party -- on Thursday afternoon?" I said.
"Why not? It's not as if her mommy and daddy will be there!"
"Well, maybe at least her roomies!" I said.
"That's why she invited you! She wants you to run interference so she can put the move on me!"
"You have it all worked out, huh?"
"You bet! So -- is it a date?"
"What?"
"Do you want to go to their room with me??!! Is it that hard to figure out?"
"Um -- your forgetting something ... um ... I'm gay!"
"Um -- oh -- yeah. Well, come anyway -- don't all gay guys like to dance?"
"OOOooo! Will there be DANCING there?" I said, all enthused."
"She said it was a party!"
"Now I'm really getting depressed!" I said.
"Why?"
"Well, it's bad enough I'm gay! But gay and with two left feet? That's just a cruel act of God!"
"Aww, c'mon, Jay! Do it for me!"
"Um -- I'm Mike." I said.
"Well Jay WOULD do it -- if he were here?"
"Are you trying to make me compete with your brother?"
"No! I just want you to run interference for me this afternoon! What good are freshmen roomies if they can't at least do that?"
"I'll tell you what. I'll go -- but mostly to keep you safe! How many roomies does she have?"
"Aw -- you're my hero ... always looking out for a brother!"
"That's me! Just call me ... Jay!"
"That's tempting ... but it could just get confusing when he gets here."
"When's he coming, again?"
"It's very cool! He'll be here for Halloween! I can take him to a few parties I've already heard about!"
"Costume parties?"
"Of course! You're invited too -- they're at frat and sorority houses -- open parties."
"Do you belong to a frat?"
"No! They all courted me ... too much! It was so obvious that they wanted the blind guy in their club!"
"I think you are too sensitive and don't give yourself enough credit. I mean -- I won't be pledging, but that's `cuz of my grades. They have to be excellent just to be able to afford to stay here. But you -- you're a damn fine looking guy!"
"Well, maybe, if you like the `all American' look -- freckles, red hair and all."
"But they fit together so damned well! And the fact that you look 14 is probably a plus with the chicks! I know it turns me on!" I laughed.
"Yeah, even the girls want to protect me! And it got around pretty fast that I'm LDS! That also makes people try to protect me!"
"Huh?"
"I can't get away with anything! If someone offers me a cigarette or a drink, someone's always there to say -- `Oh no! He can't! He's a Mormon!' I am SO protected!"
"You didn't say Mormon at first, you said ... LSD?"
"Oh -- haha! No -- LDS! Latter Day Saint. Mormon is just a nickname."
"Well, anyway -- maybe that's a good thing. I can't quite believe how many -- erm -- you don't smoke, either, do you?"
"Hell no!"
"Well, I thought that Mormons didn't do that." I said. "But it's amazing to me how many people here -- at a supposed institution of higher learning -- why do they smoke? That in itself shows a lack of intelligence!"
"I know!" He said. "And another thing I've noticed. They throw their cigarette butts anywhere! It's like -- well -- it makes all kinds of sense: if they don't respect their own bodies -- why would we expect them to respect the environment? The same people that throw their smokes anywhere also don't think twice about throwing their trash on the ground. Well -- that's my feeling anyway. Okay, rant over! So you're going to the party with me to -- protect me! Okay -- whatever floats your boat!"
When we got to the girls room, she DID have two roomies -- and to Randy's delight -- one of them had a guy there with her, already -- which in his mind left me with the third girl. Makes sense except for a little minor detail.
When we got there, all the introductions were made. Sasha was from the Ukraine, and she would have been the odd man out if I had not been there. Okay ... odd WOMAN out! Susan was the girl who invited us, and Bobby Lee was the one who had invited the other guy, Raymond. He looked somehow familiar.
As soon as we were introduced, it was hard for me to lose eye contact with Raymond. He kept drawing me in. When they introduced us, he said, "Hay-ay!" as he bussed fists with me. Oh kee-rap! He was the guy who went in to the bathroom!
I started a conversation with Sasha. It was easy, because we had so many cultural differences to discuss. But ten minutes into our conversation, Raymond made his way over to us. He drew me out -- I couldn't help it. I'd never dealt with anyone quite so -- swishy. His hips and his hands were waving in all directions. I had thought about it before -- many times and rejected that out of hand -- it was something I could not ever be attracted to!
Or ... so ... I ... thought!
I was so disgusted that every few seconds his eyes would travel down my body and back up, taking in my shorts, my California-tan legs, arms and face ... then look me deeply in my eyes. Then it dawned on me: I had done that exact thing when I met both of my room mates! Did I freak them out too? If so, they never indicated it in any way.
And what bothered me probably the most was -- part of me was getting off from it. And of course how I knew was ... that particular part was reacting! I had no control! And then I noticed, his pants were tented straight out and that made my own respond a little more overtly! I almost panicked then saw a chair ... the chair of refuge! I walked to it and sat down.
He followed me and the ... girls didn't! They just kept talking to each other and then walked over to Randy and Susan. I couldn't help notice that Susan's hand was touching Randy's arm almost sensually, and as soon as the other girls came over, she let it fall. I also saw Randy's face fall -- only slightly -- probably not anything that any of the girls saw.
Raymond was still talking ... with all his body ... about this and that, including the frat he was part of -- and encouraging me to pledge. I was answering monosyllabically. I was torn between watching what Randy was doing and what Raymond was ... doing and saying.
Randy extricated himself from the girls and they hardly noticed him leave. He walked over toward us, obviously listening for our voices, and almost tripped on a padded foot stool. He made his way to me and put out his arm. "Take me to the bathroom, Bro!"
I grabbed his arm and was gonna leave him at the door -- but he hanged on and pulled me into the bathroom. As I was closing the door, I looked and saw the hurt and "Hey, I saw him first!" look on Raymond's face.
"Dude! You're slackin'! What happened to helping out your brother?"
"Sorry, Randy -- but -- I got blindsided. That swishy bastard just took over!"
"Swishy -- what?"
I explained to him what happened. "I really am sorry! I had no idea that someone like him would be so -- so -- damned interesting -- to me! Okay -- um, what do you want me to do, Randy?"
"When we go out there, Just -- I dunno -- I guess I can't ask you to -- just ignore the very first guy that YOU meet! Look, if you want to go for him, I guess - "
"But I DON'T!" I said.
"You just told me that you were responding ... to him!" Said Randy grabbing my crotch! (Immediately ... what finally had subsided ... came back.
"Oh, Goody!" I said. And -- now it's responding to you! Hey ... Mikey to Randy -- I'm still a teenager. My body has a mind of its own!
"So -- he's not your type?"
"No! Definitely not. And now that I think of it -- I can take diversionary action. Thanks for saving ME! I promise to pay you back someday."
Then he hugged me -- close and clutched my head to his chest. "Damn I miss this!" He said.
"Wha ... huh?" I exclaimed.
"We weren't all that huggy before the avalanche. But now whenever he sees me, Jay hugs me close just like this." He was rubbing my back and nuzzling my neck as he talked. "The only thing I am worried about is ... that he still may think it's his fault."
"The avalanche?"
"Losing my sight. I don't want him to carry that with him! I got a blessing and I am fine with it -- now. But I'm not so sure he is!"
"We better get back before they start to wonder if we're doing anything more than just -- um -- what do straight guys do together in the bathroom?" I asked.
"They don't! Girls go to the restroom all the time together! I dunno why. Guys just don't DO that! Well, we did and if they ARE thinking something bad -- let them think it. It's their problem not mine. You are just my brother and you are helping me."
"Oke-kay!" I said. "Do you just want to leave?"
"Yeah -- this is going nowhere. You're the closest I'm going to get to any action here!"
"AhaH! Action? What kind of action did the Mormon ... or is it LSD -- boy hope to get?"
"It's L-D-S ... OR Mormon. Doesn't matter. Oh, I dunno, maybe I was just hoping maybe to kiss someone tonight."
"Okay!" I quipped, then kissed his forehead! "So you've been kissed. Lets go!"
He took my arm and I led him out of the bathroom and he said, "We really should be getting back to our place. It was nice to meet you all! See you around."
"Will I be seeing YOU around?" Raymond asked me.
"I'm not going anywhere. You've probably seem me before, so -- yeah I guess you'll see me again -- some time. See yah!"
We walked out, his hand on my arm and left several of them open-mouthed. As soon as the door closed, he stifled a giggle. "Did you see the look on their faces?"
"Yeah! Haha! I wonder -- wait! You're screwing with my head! YOU didn't see them!"
"No -- that's why I asked! I could feel tension in the air as we walked out, but I'd have loved seeing it!"
"Well -- Susan, Sasha and Bobby Lee's heads were together like they thought they knew something. Raymond had the same hurt look on his face as when we disappeared onto the bathroom together. It was like -- `Hey! I saw him first!' Oh you didn't even see the first time!"
"Thanks for the explanation!"
We walked to the tram station and grabbed the first one going our way. It felt so completely natural having him on my arm as we walked to our bungalow. When we got there, Arlo was studying in the extra room. He got up and came out. "Where you been?"
"I was invited to a party in one of the girls' rooms. I didn't want to go alone, so I asked Mike to go. Actually it was Susan who asked him too."
"Fine thing!" said Arlo, "You get invited to a party and you ask the queer to go with you!"
"You weren't here -- earlier!"
"Ah know -- just had to bug you!" He said. "So -- are we taking turns sleeping with the frosh? Or have you claimed him already?"
"What -- what are you saying, Arlo?"
"Nothin'. Ah was just kiddin'."
"I'm sorry, Roomie," said Randy to Arlo, "I didn't know was were taking turns. You can have him tonight." Randy winked at me.
"Ah'll be just fine and dandy sleepin' alone, thank you!"
We laughed. "Ah made some soup for us. It's still on the stove. Ah've already eaten. Help yourself." Said Arlo, and he disappeared back in the study room.
We washed up and poured out the remaining soup into a couple bowls. We ate in relative silence. Finally Randy broke the silence. "We probably should not sleep together again. I don't want a repeat of last night ... and it really does make me homesick for Jay."
"I understand." I said, hoping he didn't catch the regret. Being blind, he probably did.
He then whispered, "I think Arlo wants you. He didn't really sound like he was joking ... to me ... when he was asking for equal time!" And -- I've been wondering -- now -- if HE might be gay!"
I whispered back, "Did you WANT him to be gay?"
"Screw you -- pervert!" he said laughing.
I did some homework from the one class I had earlier. Tomorrow would be a heavy load. My homework really only consisted of filling out a survey, so the professor would know where we stood as a class. I was the first to hit the sack. Randy stopped by on his way to the shower and said g'night. After I said it, he just kept standing there, so I got up and went to the door. I kissed his cheek. ""G'night Roomie!" I said.
He hugged me close to his naked body, and kissed my cheek. I hugged him back and squeezed his "glutes!" "Yeah -- um -- yeah!" was all he said before he turned and went into the bathroom.
I listened as he took his shower and then padded to his room. Then Arlo showered and I heard his bedsprings as he went to bed.
I lay there -- thinking over the last several weeks. I got back up and took out my diary.
"I don't really have a problem with the multiple guys I had been with." I wrote. Then, "Who am I kidding? If I really didn't have a problem with it, I wouldn't have written it." I was about to write something else when I felt a presence in the doorway. It was Arlo.
"Ah was kinda hopin' you'd still be awake."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Ah just wanted to say g'night., and ask you if -- if you needed me for anything tomorrow?"
"I have an 8:00 Am tomorrow, and a nine, a ten forty five and 1:00. I start swim practice at 2:30 and every night thereafter -- well you do too! How long do we usually practice?"
"Coach likes to work us hard the first couple days -- see who's strong. It'll probably be until 5:30 anyway."
"Cool enough -- I guess." I was pretty confident about my strength.
"Yeah -- well okay! Ah guess Ah better get to bed so we can sleep. See yah ..." He said but he just still stood there.
I slowly opened my cover and sheet and got back in bed, but ... held open the covers -- a silent invitation. He fell to his knees beside my bed. "Ah'm afraid." He said.
"Afraid of ... little ol' me?" I said in my best southern accent.
"Do you think that a lot of guys do this?"
"Do what?" I asked. Again -- I knew what he wanted, but I wanted to make sure HE knew!
"Ah mean -- you know -- experiment -- play -- with each other -- sometimes."
"I KNOW it goes on in prison. I also know that it happens in the navy and other places where there is mostly men. And ... of course -- lots of brothers, probably"
"Ah don't want you to think that Ah'm takin' advantage of you."
"Why not -- you are!" His face fell. "But then -- so am I!" I said
"But -- what Ah'm afraid about is that you may make more of it than -- than -- Ah do."
"We won't know that until it happens, will we?" I said. "Why don't you pretend I am an adult -- oh! Wait -- I AM an adult! I can take care of myself."
"And you wouldn't mind if Ah -- Ah mean if we -- um - "
"I'm assuming that you want that B.J. we were talking about earlier."
"Not quite."
(Good grief!)
"What -- what -- did you have in mind?" I asked
"Ah was hoping we could start the other way around."
"You've lost me." I said. "Don't you just want a blow job?"
"No -- Ah mean -- Ah DO, but Ah thought maybe -- Ah could give YOU one first!"
"So -- what are you doing on your knees at my bedside? Climb in here!"
He did as he was told after closing the door and turning out the light. Then he immediately pulled off my sleep shorts and went to put his mouth on me.
I gently tugged his ears. "Oh yeah -- that feels good!" He said.
I laughed. "No -- I just meant to say -- it's a little nicer if you work up to it."
"Huh?"
"Come up here." I said. I helped him slide up on my torso, where he straddled me and looked questioningly at me. "Lay on me." I said. He did that. His body was stiff ... in all the wrong places ... well okay in a couple of the right places too! "Relax, Arlo! This should be a nice experience!"
He then relaxed on top of me. I pulled his face into my neck and rubbed his back. He moaned his approval. I worked his shoulders, neck and arms. "Ohhh - yeah! Ah'm a-likin' this already!" Then he noticed that his manhood was growing. He adjusted his position. "Sorry!"
"No problem. I'd be hurt of it didn't do that!" I kissed his head, then pulled him further up so his face was next to mine. That also put his butt in range of my hands. I started to squeeze his round swimmers orbs.
"Um -- I'm not sure I signed up for butt action!" he said.
"What's this? You'll let me suck your dick, but not massage your glutes? Does it feel that bad?"
"That's the problem -- it feels that good!"
"Oh -- I'm sorry if I'm pleasing you too much!" I said.
"But Ah don't know if - "
"Then maybe it's time you found out." I said gently and I kissed his cheek. "Just let yourself go, Arlo. If you like it -- you'll know -- and if you decide you don't -- then at least enjoy the good parts while they're happening."
It made perfect sense to me! I guess it did to him too, because he again relaxed on top of me. I resumed massaging him, starting again with his back. He again sighed and moaned as I pressed down on the soft tissue in the middle of his back. He lay his head next to my neck and then his face into it, and he breathed. And moaned again.
"That feels nice!" I said, and I fingered his shoulders like a piano. He started to drool a little and his mouth slid around on my neck. I lowered my hands back to his butt and massaged it again. He didn't complain this time. As I massaged it with one hand I let the other come back and squeezed and rubbed his neck, and turned his face toward mine. I kissed his cheek and he moaned again, as my lips found his.
I kissed him and then asked if that was okay. "You said to just let it happen -- that's what I was doing. Is it okay with you?" He asked. "I don't want to lead you on."
"If you like it -- I do." I said.
"Ah -- um -- it's -- fine -- Ah mean -- yeah -- Ah -- like it -- so far."
I opened my moth and licked his lips. He did the same to me, like he decided to take his lead from me. I licked his tongue while he was licking my lips, and then when he withdrew his tongue, mine followed it in to his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned some more, and then kissed me passionately. Then he fell almost limp, except his lips were sucking my neck and his lower parts were anything but limp!
"What now, Mike?" He whispered huskily.
I then told him what to do. "Kiss my neck some more and then my chest and -- suck on my titties. Oh -- yeah -- you do that well! Kiss your way down to my navel. Do you mind sucking on hair? Suck on my treasure trail."
"Your what?"
"The fine hair that leads down to my pubes! Lick and suck on those, then -- yeah -- oh you got that nicely!" He was gently pulling on my pubes with his teeth! "Whenever you're ready, babe?"
"Ready for - - what?"
"You wanted to suck me. Whenever you're ready."
"Oh! Okay." He sucked it in like he was sucking in a gummy worm -- well okay gummy dick! It was plenty slippery by that time.
He started to bob and it wasn't long before I was ready to blow. I told him. "Am I supposed to drink it?"
"You may not want to -- your first time!"
"There may not BE another time. Ah might want this to be the only one -- so maybe Ah should go for the whole shebang."
"Suit yourself, babe, but I don't recommend it this time."
"Okay."
He almost had to start over, because I had lost my steam. It didn't take him long before I was again breathing raggedly and I pulled him off me a split second before blowing it all over his face.
"Thanks!" He said. "Next time, I think I want to drink it!"
So I guess there might be a next time!
Notes: Stop hoping so hard! One blow job does not make Johnnie a gay boy! "He may just be a little tardy in his experimentation stage! After all ... he IS from the "Bible belt"! Comments welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve